My neon heart's kneeling in defeat; Beauty by its gentle precept Now all its silken ties relents, Loosening sighs my soul had kept. 5 Never under a deeper terror Moved one blinded spirit's seraph Than this enchanted note might tell of ---However voice is prone to error! For I was one who had loved Love! 10 Nor ever for my hot fondness stood reproved But tripled-up that passion cold eyes removed, Heating deep Atlantics from my heart's cove. Sacred were those wellspring's vents! Deeplier delved than baptismal frankincense 15 Crushed to holy foreheads in Arab tents--- Never of life's pulsings to relent! Time has put all such dreaming now to bed, All louder hearts to quiet 'neath calmer heads As if to lie asleep were to forget the dread: 20 Though lying living now, we shall lie dead. So then what is it to have lived? Nothing; if not "to have loved." Thus life's premise is against me proved And I am dead--- though I have loved.
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.